Chapter Seven
Saturday, December 27, 2014
I didn’t knock on Sarah’s door when I got there. I felt like I was intruding. I felt like she wouldn’t really want to see me anyway. I got to her door, I didn’t knock, then I walked down the street back home. It reminded me of something that happened eleven or twelve years ago. The only difference was, I had no anxiety in the beginning and I was in love with Nina. Victoria was one of Nina’s best friends and she lived in Toronto when I was also living there.
Victoria, I thought, was with me in my love for music that reeked of obsolescence. “How are you doing in your retirement?” she asked me one time at her dorm when I was twenty years old. Victoria picked up right where I left off with Alaina. Alaina had given me the Leonard Cohen novel, The Fav
